Each thrust filled me with pleasure. Both of us were breathing heavy and sweating. I don’t know how long I was in that position. It might’ve been...a few minutes. It could’ve been a lot longer. I lost track of time as I was fucked into a world of pleasure. Kyle’s breathing became grunts. His thrusts were harder and on the verge of being out of control. With a cock in my mouth it was slightly uncomfortable, however, I stayed there for them. I wanted them both to come, more than I ever wanted. I didn’t care, nor did my partner at the time.Looking into his eyes I sensed he was getting ready to cum soon, so I grabbed my cock and started stroking it; as I continued to bounce up and down his cock.Instead of him cumming, it was me who came; and all over his chest and stomach.I was lost in the moment and cried out, that’s when I noticed the room had become quieter.Scooping cum up with my fingers, I first tasted it; then used toilet paper to clean his chest.“I think they’ve gone.” I. But he knew there was more to do in life than just being a spoiled, self-indulgent playboy 24/7/365. Deep inside of him, there was still the bright and ambitious young man eager to become an integral part of society in some way ... at least at some point. For the time being, however, he was going to be more of a “figurehead” executive, working part-time, coming in for meetings and planning sessions when needed, while continuing to enjoy his indulgent playboy lifestyle. He would also work from. There just had to be a way to stop the wedding, which was day after tomorrow. I knew if I kept thinking something would come to me.The next morning, when I was in the middle of my gravy and biscuits and cantaloupe, my best friend Lily Culpepper called and said she wanted me to meet her in the park. She was running errands for her Mama, who was five months pregnant with twins, and would have time to eat a picnic lunch with me if I'd pick up the burgers at Mr. Q's Corner.Thus, around noon I was.